where we are conscious
there is no we
where we are self-conscious
there, we exist
the notion that we exist
is depiction expressed
as the lingering of account
reflected upon
the part of me that reflects
is a creature composed of habit
as habit is remnants of the past
carried forward unconsciously
upon further review
view has no future
without the need to impress
I leave where I am, audience to myself . . .
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